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Intentional Church Posted 10.09.2013

I survived my fortieth high school reunion.  It was interesting.  Awkward at times, refreshing at others.  By the time I parked, I really wanted to turn around and come home.  I didn’t know who would be there and then even more important – if I would remember and recognize anyone who was there.  We were a class of 600-700 (no one can remember) so when only 56 showed up, that was a bit strange.

 

Anyway, afraid I wouldn’t know anyone – the first person I saw at the registration table I knew. And she recognized me.  Of course, all she ever remembers about me at each reunion is that I played Puck (and a very good one, I might add) while I was in eighth grade.  Back then, our middle school was for grades seven through nine.  So I got to be in the ninth grade play that spring – because of my size and excellent acting credentials (or something like that).  I only got to perform the part once (I was replaced in the evening performance by a ninth grader whose parent must have given the drama teacher huge grief that afternoon – because I was cut over the phone).  It was devastating.  But…that’s what she always remembers – my Shakespearean rendition of Puck (“A Midsummer Night’s Dream).  This could be a long night.

 

I did know some other people – and after looking at someone’s face for a minute, you could see glimmers of what they looked like forty years ago.  The most challenging part of the evening was with the lights (I’m sure it was the dim lighting), I couldn’t read nametags without my glasses.  Can’t you make the print bigger? We’re old. I wasn’t alone in that struggle, so we just put on our glasses.

 

But I renewed friendships and had a great time.  There are a lot of believers in my graduating class – for a public high school, I was encouraged.  We’ve aged, but hopefully grown wiser.  I’ve taken off the stage makeup, but still do dramatic performances regularly (sort of).  It was nice that we are beyond having to impress each other.  But still, these events can be hard for those not belonging to the “in” crowd.

 

So it just makes me think about those new people who are brave enough to enter our world on Sunday.  They don’t know to expect.  They don’t know anyone – or at least just one or two.  But people do it every week.  How do we respond?  My antennae are now up again to look out for that new face.  To find that person not comfortable in our world – that I might do something to set them at ease and incorporate them into this new family they just walked into.  May people trip over the Gospel (Paul says it is offensive) and not over the games we play with each – and with our talking only to each other.  Look around.  Sit somewhere different next week.  May everyone be comfortable enough to hear about Jesus when they drop in to check us….er, I mean, Him out.


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